Page 21 of Savage

“I got it.” Like I wouldn’t come prepared to fuck.

After tearing the packet open with my teeth, I pushed my pants down under my ass and rolled the condom on. Cooper was patient underneath me while I lubed up, which was more than I could say for myself. It was all I could do not to get naked and rub myself all over every inch of his smooth skin. He was mouthwatering like this, the intoxicating scent of him filling my lungs and the heady taste of him on my tongue.

But there was no way I could reveal more of myself than I already had. This was already a mistake in the making, but it was too late to stop now. I had to have him. I had to shove myself so deep inside him that he’d feel me next week, like I’d promised.

And I wasn’t a man who broke my promises.

I teased his hole with the head of my dick, nudging against him until I breached his entrance. The heat of him enveloped me instantly, and I closed my eyes, relishing the feel as I rocked inside him inch by inch.

Fuck. Me.

I didn’t move, didn’t even breathe as I took a second to get myself under control. What the hell was it about Cooper that had me on the edge already?

His hands flexed on the pillow, and I ignored the way I wished they were on me instead and began to move, drawing out of him and not being gentle in the slightest as I thrust back inside, watching him clench the pillow again.

With my gloved hand on his lower back to hold him right where I wanted him, I began to ride him hard, imprinting myself on him with every drive.

Cooper buried his face in the pillow, using it to muffle the lustful groans escaping him at every forceful thrust I gave. His bed was pushed up against the wall, which was fortunate considering the way I was hammering into him. Otherwise the frame would’ve been scraping the floor, pissing off any neighbors that might be below.

But I didn’t care about any of that. All I cared about was the way Cooper’s body was clinging to mine like it was a fucking vise. His ass gripped my shaft in a stranglehold that was seconds away from making me come like some hard-up teenager.

I must’ve been riding high off some kind of savior complex I was experiencing. Some sort of power trip.

But that didn’t seem right. Even sitting across the table from him, sipping coffee, the chemistry had been undeniable. We’d been one ill-timed phone call away from doing what we were doing right here in some alley or restroom.

So maybe it was just him. Those blue eyes, that quick-to-smile mouth, that trusting nature that I was now using and abusing as I drilled deeper inside his body.

There was no coming back from this lie I was perpetuating. No meeting with him as Lachlan, no getting to know him as most “normal” people would with someone they were interested in.

I would forever be the masked stranger—the way it had to be.

Cooper shifted under me, pushing his hips back, and I realized my pace had slowed, my mind overtaking my body until his sexy ass swallowed me deep.

“Christ.” I gripped his hips with both hands as I drew out of him and then slammed back home.

Cooper gasped, his arms giving out as he fell flat on the mattress again, and this time I followed him down, my dick lodged tight. I grabbed hold of his hands and pried each finger from the pillow, then stretched his arms up over his head and started to move.

“Is this what you wanted?” When he nodded and tried to turn his head, I growled, “Don’t you even think about turning that pretty head of yours.”

Cooper grunted as I tightened my hands around his wrists.

“Not if you want to come while my dick’s in you.”

“Please.” He whimpered and rocked his hips, and I knew without looking he was rubbing himself off against the covers.

“You beg so nicely,” I whispered by his ear. “Do it again, but louder.”

“Please…” he said, louder but still slightly muffled by the pillow.

I dug my nails into his wrists and began to rut against him harder, over and over, until his body bucked up and I was drilling him into the mattress. “Louder.”

Cooper’s body tensed, knocking my cock up against his sweet spot, and when he jerked his head up and screamed, “Fuckingplease,” I began to thrust harder until he went out of his mind.

He wasn’t the only one. Those desperate pleas did something to me, had me fighting back the explosion that threatened as my balls drew up tight.

But I wasn’t about to come before I made Cooper scream out his pleasure.

With my gloved hand holding tight to his wrists, I used the other to thread my fingers through his hair, pull his head back, and suck the tender skin beneath his ear.

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